SIMORGH (سیمرغ)
In this piece, “Si Morgh” is not simply repeated it is set in motion.
Each سی (Si) feels like a step, and each مرغ (Morgh) like a breath taken at the edge of flight. The word appears again and again, as if birds are rising one by one from the ground, unaware of where the sky might end. With each repetition, something shifts. The letters begin to lose their separateness, gathering into a single presence.
What was once many becomes something whole.
This calligraphy does not show the bird itself, but the moment of becoming when repetition turns into unity, and a word, written enough times, begins to remember what it has always been.
